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Socialite is Club LIV‘s Thursday night event. I used to go but I was under the impression that the girls in there were only interested in black guys, if they wanted to pull at all. Trying to strike up conversation in there was like talking to the fucking wall. I kept going back, though, because my mates liked it, and they were all like, ‘It’s not just about pulling…’

They were right. It’s also about enjoying the environment and music and generally enjoying yourself- none of which I could do in LIV. So I fucked it off.

The girls, particularly on a Thursday, though, were frequently stunning. Take a look.

A few of Amy’s insta pics have appeared on this blog.

Girl on the right is possibly my favourite. I bottled talking to her

Georgina

Saw this girl in Hostory, bottled talking to her though

Guy on the right is a CREEP. Stares at people a lot. Tried it on with SF and got blown out.

S is still umming and ahhing about meeting me. There is a theme here on this blog in relation to women- they kiss me, then fuck about instead of meeting me again. Me, S and mutual friend KS should be going for food soon, so I guess I’ll gauge the situation then. I cannot be arsed chasing, though.

She’s more into rock and indie, I’m more into house. People can be different, and opposites can attract, but when it comes to music I find you can tell a lot about whether things will work out. It can be a decider.

S was a friend of a friend, who came with us to a trendy but desolate bar in a posh part of Manchester. Talked for a while, then I went in for the kiss. Quite proud of myself for stepping forward.

We went to our mutual friend’s flat in town. KS left us an inflatable bed which went down in the night. It was the only thing to go down, unfortunately. KS was pleased that I went for someone natural, who wasn’t ‘plastic.’ S is a little stand-offish though, claiming her ex has left her emotionally unavailable. I tried to convince her that I wasn’t trying to marry her, and that she can’t put her life on hold because of whatever is going on in her mind.

S and I have swapped numbers- I’ll text her tomorrow. Good way to start 2018 if you as me.

I went out for food with a few mates, girls and guys. I told them about KBP and how we slept together without having sex. They all thought it was weird and that she probably felt rejected. I was pretty fucked off that not one of them understood that there’s a pace that I need to work to and shagging people before I feel comfortable with them is a recipe for disaster.

Hence I texted KBP and asked her what she thought. She said she felt awkward, but didn’t want sex so didn’t feel rejected. She wanted to ‘get a bit wild and boozy and smoke a little.’

Hmm. Well, smoking is a deal breaker for me, so fair enough. Also, as ruthless as this sounds, I want someone a bit more glamorous.

So. Square one. Been away this weekend so nothing has happened to say.

Went out for drinks yesterday afternoon, then got a taxi to mine. Agreed that we wouldn’t have sex, just cuddles. She was cool with this. We get on really well and she’s understanding and cool. She’s a good listener and has a good sense of humour.

Typically, I’m expecting something to go wrong. I always do. I hope I don’t freeze up next time, as I’m planning to have sex with her (obviously). She’s calm and understanding. But she snores. So I’m absolutely shattered. Must dig out the earplugs. Hope there’s a next time.